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It's just one of those days. It's raining, it's dark, it's gloomy. It's wet and cold. It's one of those days where your hair doesn't fall the right way, things aren't working out, and everything's an effort. It's a day where people seem aloof, preoccupied and ready to fall asleep. Or maybe that's just me.
The kind of day that just begs to end. The sun sets sooner. The sky is dark because it's ready to be night. The overused metaphor of tears to rain is aggravatingly appropriate. The kind of day that just needs to be napped away. But no, the syllabus calls for this paper rain or shine, and the world doesn't stop for the deluge.
The kind of day that just begs to end. The sun sets sooner. The sky is dark because it's ready to be night. The overused metaphor of tears to rain is aggravatingly appropriate. The kind of day that just needs to be napped away. But no, the syllabus calls for this paper rain or shine, and the world doesn't stop for the deluge.